User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-25220117-20140606132604/@comment-2246928-20140903000136

Tarun steps out from behind a tree, his rapier held out in front of him so that the sunlight shimmered off the long, thin blade, which hovered inches from the smoothsnake's face. The shrew's voice was gruff, dismissive. "Who?"